It was summer when I fell in love with Iceland. From the moment I stepped off the plane into the midnight dusk, I was permanently and forever enchanted. Enchanted by the light over moss-covered lava fields, by the boiling geysers and rainbow-kissed waterfalls, the thermal mountain pools and the purest drinking water on the planet. Whale watching, horse riding, beach combing, glacier hiking. Summer in Iceland is perfect.
Two weeks in July were not enough. I had to have more, and I had to have it in winter, in order to satiate my appetite for the Northern Lights.
It was Boxing Day when I understood the DARKNESS that is Iceland in winter. Dark, with gale force Arctic storms that routinely toss cars and tour buses into the ditch. Iceland in winter is crawling inside an ice cave, inside a glacier, just to get warm.
But the enchantment continued. Sunsets so pink they broke my heart, world-famous fireworks on New Year's Eve, hot springs under snowfall, blue-glowing glaciers, and magical caves of ice inaccessible any other time of year. And yes, the eerie, crazy, unmatched splendour of the Aurora Borealis.
Icelandic nature brought me to my knees and changed me forever. Otherworldly, yes, but in Iceland I felt connected to my home planet like never before.
Iceland, you touched me to the core of my Earthly being.
Sheila's love of travel is limitless, even if most days she really enjoys living the simple life in the small village of Warkworth, Ontario. She loves beaches, horses, pugs and sweaters. A published author, her book Amare recounts her adventures in Italy while teaching English in Sorrento. Amare is available online at Amazon in hard and soft cover as well as ebook. The book is also sold at Chapters, Barnes and Noble and other bookstores.